Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen

elative. They had only lately arrived, yet the miller had paid them a visit, and informed them of Babette's engagement to Rudy. The whole story of their meeting at Interl

risoner confined in the gloomy castle of Chillon. Here, where Clarens, with its weeping-willows, is reflected in the clear water, wandered Rousseau, dreaming of Heloise. The river Rhone glides gently by beneath the lofty snow-capped hills of Savoy, and not far from its mouth lies a little island in the lake, so small that, seen from the shore, it looks like a ship. The surface of the island is rocky; and about a hundred years ago, a lady caused the ground to be covered with earth, in which three acacia-trees were planted, and the whole enclosed with stone wa

her was a very friendly woman, with a round, smiling countenance. When a child, her head must have resembled one of Raphael's

o foot; he had golden hair and golden whiskers, large enough to be divided amongst

and from it could be seen the beautiful wide extended lake, the water so clear and still, that the

wn to Chillon, and went over the old castle on the rocky island. They saw the implements of torture, the deadly dungeons, the rusty fetters in the rocky walls, the stone benches for those condemned to death, the trap-doors through which the unhappy creatures were hurled upon iron spikes, and impaled alive. They called looking at all these a pleasure. It certainly was the right place to v

n so amused

d found her q

this was the first time Rudy had sai

ance of their visit to Chillon. It was Byron's poem, "The Prisoner

dy; "but that finely combed fellow w

flour," said the miller, laughing at his own wit